Consequences (closed)

"Yes, please. A very good idea. Perhaps it's best if you just take off all of your clothes, darling."

I regretted that my libido was too much for me to rein in. I'd hoped to be more passive as a way to quietly protest. Volunteering seemed too much like willing participation, like I was here by choice rather than compulsion.

But even though Ms. Levitt had coerced me here, on a primal level she was an attractive female and I was a lusty male. My cock cared little about her high handed methods of persuasion. That she was naked and willing was all that mattered.

So I had to be practical. She would have eventually demanded I disrobe, so was it really a concession on my part to do it before she asked? Moreover, while the tailoring on my pants allowed enough give to maintain the seams, it was still uncomfortably tight on my swollen shaft. If I was going to be forced to strip sooner or later, better to do it sooner.

I stood so I could unzip the pants I breathed a sigh of relief as the taut wool confinement finally slipped off my thighs. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of the pants.

While I only needed the pants off for comfort, she had suggested I remove everything. I didn't see much point in requiring her to order me. I untied my tie and unbuttoned my shirt.

Ms. Levitt watched me the entire time. Her left hand massaged a nipple between thumb and forefinger. The pink nub had turned a darker shade of pink and had swollen to impressive size.

Her right hand was between her thighs. She'd splayed her legs well apart - perhaps for ease of access, but I suspected it was at least partially for my benefit. Her fingers danced along her naked pussy, occasionally slipping one inside.Judging from the sound, her interior was very wet. The rest of her time, she focused her attention on or near her clit.

I averted my eyes, pretending to focus on the buttons, zippers, and knots. It seemed rude to stare at her while she pleasured herself. The sounds of wet flesh and the somewhat moany quality to her breathing still tantalized.

Keeping my boxers on served no purpose. My swollen cock already stretched past the hemline of the right leg, revealing the massive glans below. I turned away from her as I shed this last bit; as I expected, my cock immediately swung upwards once free and smacked me in the abs. I felt uncomfortable enough without adding slapstick. I folded all my clothes and set them on a dresser before turning around.

I started to ask what she wanted me to do next, but I stopped when her activity level increased. The sight of my naked body - and particularly the thick battering ram of flesh rising from my groin - seemed to inspire her to fondle herself with increasing vigor.

At first, I was somewhat taken aback by her brazen behavior. But I quickly found it immensely arousing. I'd certainly stroked myself to many a picture of a beautiful woman, but I'd never imagined that a woman might ever be similarly inspired by just the sight of me.

The idea that Ms. Levitt might actually finger herself to an orgasm over me soon pushed me a bit closer as well. My cock bobbed slightly as internal contractions rippled through it. Soon a heavy pearl of precum formed at the tip.
 
Trevor took his pants off first, of course. He must have been suffering, that thick tool demanding to be let out. Looking at him in his boxers, I could see the head of his cock, large and shiny pink, sticking out from his underwear. Good lord. I slipped a finger inside myself. I hadn't meant to masturbate in front of him, but he was shaping up to be exactly what I thought he was under that suit.

Off with the jacket, the tie, the shirt. He was slender, but toned from his gym time, my favorite body type. I slipped another finger into my pussy, which was unreasonably wet. My thumb bent up to reach my clit and a series of breathy sounds, almost moans, escaped. He turned around. Perfect ass.

The boxers dropped while his back was to me and I waited for him to turn around. When he finally did, there was no stopping what I had started. I needed to cum, a few times at least, and he could just watch me for one. Watch me with that gorgeous body and perfect appendage.

"Oh-oh-oh, god." My fingers dipped in and out, eyes fixed on him. I wasn't sure if it was even possible to cum just by looking at him, being that I was too experienced to be taken to the limit so easily, but I had not banked on what a sight he was to behold. Like a Greek statue, but packing.

The drop of precum that appeared on his cock, without him even touching it, sent me over the edge. I shuddered around my own fingers, soaking them. For a moment, my eyes fluttered shut while my body jerked.

"Trevor...Jesus, look at you. Like a god."

I had lost control a bit. Had not meant to let him see me unleashed. My eyes opened and my breathing slowed, a flush high on my cheeks.
 
I waited before her, transfixed. Watching her climax in front of me was delicious to watch. Ms. Levitt yielded to her desire without reservation.

I ached to join her. My own cock pulsed with sympathetic need watching her, sending thick drops of precum trickling from the tip. Were I to wrap my hands about the meaty pillar, I expected that perhaps a dozen firm strokes would have me erupting as well.

But pride dissuaded me. Despite my presence being coerced, I didn't want her thinking I lacked self-control. Jacking off in front of her like some horny teenager should be beneath me. With reluctance, I kept my hands at my side and waited for her to finish.

"Anne," I began when her eyes opened. "Is there anything you want from me?"

I glanced down at my cock. Rising from my groin at fairly steep angle, the shaft was sufficiently engorged that the veins bulged noticeably. The tip bobbed slightly with every heartbeat.

"Though I should warn you that I'm pretty close to exploding right now. If you don't want that, I'll have to do de-escalate things first."
 
As my orgasm subsided, my fingers still in my pussy, I heard him speak through a haze.

"Anne, is there anything you want from me?"

"Oh yes," I murmured. "There is much I want from you."

He kept on, some nonsense about de-escalation. I beckoned him to me, knowing by now that he followed my orders unconsciously, however much he wanted to deny it.

Once he was near enough to touch, I reached out to him. Instead of going right for the thick and clearly aching pole that jutted out from his smooth stomach, I ran a hand up his thigh, my thumb and forefinger coming to rest around the end of his shaft. They wouldn't form a closed circle, far from it.

"I'm wondering about your stamina, Trevor."

I squeezed the bottom of his cock, so gently, pushing my exposed breasts together discreetly between my upper arms. It made them hover in his vision, within reach of his mouth.

"How many times have you cum in one night?"
 

"There is much I want from you." Ms. Levitt beckoned me closer, so I stepped next to the bed. She had me stand near the pillows where she lay, basking in the afterglow of her recent climax.

Her right hand left her thighs and reached for my own. I could feel the moisture on her fingertips, fresh from her pussy. She left a glistening trail along my inner thigh as her fingers slid upwards.

My cock bobbed anew as her hand cupped my scrotum. She seemed to weigh each testicle in turn, admiring their heft. "I'm wondering about your stamina, Trevor," she mused.

I inhaled sharply as she lightly caressed my balls. A few thick drops of precum trickled out of my cock. Positioned as it was, they fell on Ms. Levitt's belly. I was so close.

Her hand continued north and found the base of my shaft. Her index finger reached around the circumference for her thumb and fell ridiculously short. I wasn't sure she could manage it even with both hands.

She squeezed the base as best she could. Though my cock felt hard as stone, the rigid flesh yielded slightly. "How many times have you cum in one night?" she inquired.

"No one has ever wanted more than twice," I replied. "I know I could do a third soon thereafter. I don't know about more."

The tension was becoming unbearable. "Anne, I really need to cum. A little bit more of your teasing and I will. If you're r ready for me to blow, then best aim where you want it to go. Otherwise, I'd recommend that you use both hands to squeeze at the base like you just did to keep me from cumming."
 
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